The Disarrayed Lover

 

It's easier to breathe when you fall into the revelation of explaining why manipulation consumed you.

Because every time we converse, it ends up being a soliloquy.

Swallowing empty promises was all I had with you.

Contemplating how far I can go to being broken again by your horrendous necessity of inadequate inconsistencies.

Your caress of imprisonment is the fabrication of disbelief of how a relationship should operate.

Pulsating hands and ferocious hip shifting was our disappointing disclosures to our quarreling love affairs.

The walls were the only stable thing I could hold because it was the standard things we do on Friday nights.

I never felt consequently ramshackle and wasted something so unique and individualized...

My sanity.

The phenomenon of loving someone such as a diluted physicist that only cared about the sensation of friction and normalcy of how my "nos" became "yes" to you each time you spoke those cursed words with your touch.

Giving everything away to become a damsel in distress and hopeless to conform to your idea of commitment until "commitment became "I did it because I loved you" and "You made me do it."

The roads started to close because I didn't know how to make a decision to either leave or torment myself living with you a little bit more.

The mirror depicting the face of a plump vampiric violet with words flowing out of my mouth to plead for forgiveness for my actions.

The silk robes of arranged coercion were my " I love you baby."

The sky never felt swollen as my body felt after a debate about who was the bearer of the shimmering sun and the darkness of the moon.

As the moon swayed into the cosmos, That night I felt the remedy flourishing through my own being on how to be free.

The infidelity, the remorse, the guilt, the acceptance, and the balance came to me that night.

That night I became bearer and your arcane being.

The words from your mouth meant nothing now.

Your clueless expressive gestures towards me meant nothing without their purpose.

I loved you like any lover would but my time has come to become the nonexistent composure you were lacking.

That night your revelation was tarnished to the vital necessity to your well-being.

Goodbye to you, my lover.

It is time to become an enfeebled shell of a human being.

A shell with nothing more than bland and violent tendencies of how to show power is all you can ever bring to a relationship, while I returned fluidity, dreams, passion, understanding, fortuitous, inspirations, and emotion.

Things a human have obtained from evolving.

I am a person with renowned strength.

Something you will never accomplish in your lifetime.

 

It's easier to breathe when you fall into the revelation of explaining why manipulation consumed you.

Because every time we converse, it ends up being a soliloquy.

Swallowing empty promises was all I had with you.

Contemplating how far I can go to being broken again by your horrendous necessity of inadequate inconsistencies.

Your caress of imprisonment is the fabrication of disbelief of how a relationship should operate.

Pulsating hands and ferocious hip shifting was our disappointing disclosures to our quarreling love affairs.

The walls were the only stable thing I could hold because it was the standard things we do on Friday nights.

I never felt consequently ramshackle and wasted something so unique and individualized...

My sanity.

The phenomenon of loving someone such as a diluted physicist that only cared about the sensation of friction and normalcy of how my "nos" became "yes" to you each time you spoke those cursed words with your touch.

Giving everything away to become a damsel in distress and hopeless to conform to your idea of commitment until "commitment became "I did it because I loved you" and "You made me do it."

The roads started to close because I didn't know how to make a decision to either leave or torment myself living with you a little bit more.

The mirror depicting the face of a plump vampiric violet with words flowing out of my mouth to plead for forgiveness for my actions.

The silk robes of arranged coercion were my " I love you baby."

The sky never felt swollen as my body felt after a debate about who was the bearer of the shimmering sun and the darkness of the moon.

As the moon swayed into the cosmos, That night I felt the remedy flourishing through my own being on how to be free.

The infidelity, the remorse, the guilt, the acceptance, and the balance came to me that night.

That night I became bearer and your arcane being.

The words from your mouth meant nothing now.

Your clueless expressive gestures towards me meant nothing without their purpose.

I loved you like any lover would but my time has come to become the nonexistent composure you were lacking.

That night your revelation was tarnished to the vital necessity to your well-being.

Goodbye to you, my lover.

It is time to become an enfeebled shell of a human being.

A shell with nothing more than bland and violent tendencies of how to show power is all you can ever bring to a relationship, while I returned fluidity, dreams, passion, understanding, fortuitous, inspirations, and emotion.

Things a human have obtained from evolving.

I am a person with renowned strength.

Something you will never accomplish in your lifetime.

 

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